To Love Your Torturer

"P-please, do tell," exclaimed Shining Armor, still scrunching his muzzle at the smelly humiliation.

He heard Chrysalis take a deep breath above him.

"I'm telling you this out of respect, you know. So, I'm hoping for a bit of trust for once."

"I'll do my best..." he mumbled, wanting to believe whatever at this point, but not knowing whether or not he would be able to.

Chrysalis sighed again, though Shining barely heard her, due to the sound being obstructed by her round plot and thick thighs. But he felt it... the unhappy relaxation was emanating off of her.

She spread her legs and looked down at her victim, and he looked back at her.

"Sudden stress can cause changelings to become infertile... It is possible, I suppose..." she spat, seemingly disgusted by her own words. "...that the abrupt change in body is what causes these beings to lose their ability to breed me."

Shining wished to nod, but still couldn't.

"Yes..." he said softly, looking at the queen with big, round eyes, (or eye rather)

Chrysalis bit her lip, uncertain of her own desire to tell him this.

"The thought of carrying and laying those eggs doesn't soothe me, I must admit... But I suppose being fertilized by a pony who innerly loves me would allow me to lay these monsters as eggs, thus skipping the mutation entirely. Do you follow?"

"Yes," Shining said again, slightly more enthusiastic this time around. "If you're serious about trying this, your majesty, I'm sure we can find a pony who adores you. I mean, you're quite a well-known figure in the public eye, and..." he blushed...

"Y-you are quite beautiful..." he finished, trying to not look at her exposed backside and vagina.

She sighed again, though in a much less strained manner this time, a small smile even manifesting on her dark, lush lips.

"I believe I am serious, but I can't risk sending any changelings into pony territory in this tense, political climate. Besides... I can't just breed with random equines and expect desirable results. I need strong, youthful, well-versed stallions to get good genes for breeding... Some creepy changeling fanboy just won't do for making healthy eggs."

There was a tense pause between them, yet again.

"I suppose you won't let me try to find somepony?" asked Shining, nervous but hopeful. "Somepony worthy of you?"

His heart became heavy as he saw the queen shake her head no.

"Sorry, Shining... But I don't trust you nearly enough for that. If you want me to try this, and my incentive to do this is small I might add, it has to be with you."

The stallion underneath her, blushed even deeper than what the sight of her exposed backside had caused him to already.

The tension thickened in the air to the point where Shining could taste it... or was it just blood from the intense torture?

He gritted his teeth. No longer feeling troubled in the slightest by accidentally looking at her genitals, he stared into her gaze, considering her words...

She had raped him, trapped his wife, tried to take everypony away from him. She had tortured him, and was even still in the middle of it. She had even tortured his mother and had forced him to watch.

"You'll be hard to love..." he finally muttered, feeling determined in words. "But for Equestria, I will try."

From between the bug queen's lips, shined a line of interwoven, blade-like teeth as she growled at him.

"Calling me "hard to love" is a pretty poor attitude if you actually desire to try," she quarreled resolutely.

Shining gulped...

"I'm sorry, but I believe honesty is the key to any healthy relationship, loving or not. I know you understand why I find you hard to love. You're not stupid. I'm sorry, but it's the way things are..."

The queen merely scoffed at this.

"Perhaps this will make it easier!" she spat, as her firm plot shrank ever so slightly, her soft leathery skin turning to pink fur.

Shining closed his eyes with a whimper, his heart starting to race as fast as when he laid stretched out on the rack. She couldn't be serious. She couldn't do this.

"Oh, shiny," a familiar voice sang in a loving, yet taunting tone.

Like clockwork, though practically against his own will, he opened his eye. He couldn't help it. He just had to.

He looked into the eyes of his wife, and for a moment he felt empty... Like there was just no emotion inside of him anymore. Like all he ever felt and would ever feel, had just left him an empty shell. But then, like an avalanche, all his emotions came tumbling back to him, all at once, and burst into tears.

He cried like a child. He wailed.

He was a cripple, tied to a toilet, never to see his family again. And his torturer was taunting him with it. All the abuse he had endured was adding up. If he wasn't broken before... He was now.

He sobbed and blabbered incomprehensively between his constant cries. And Chrysalis watched him, almost petrified.

Snot ran out over his red, swollen face, as he finally managed to speak a single word of substance.

"Stohoohooop," he cried out in a pleading, yet utterly defeated voice. And Chrysalis did.

She turned back to her own, insectoid self, and she rose from the toilet seat.

Had she thought of how effective this torment could have been earlier, she would have taken this shape during all of the torture. Now, however, she never wanted to look like this in front of him again.

She felt sorry... embarrassed even, as she released his bindings and opened up the toilet-torture device, exposing his legless body.

"I'm sorry Shining. I'm sorry," she whispered.

The stallion started to calm, though he still laid shivering, eye closed, sniffling up running snot.

He didn't answer, and Chrysalis looked to the side in shame.

"I'm sorry..." she repeated quietly but profoundly. "I took your words as condescending, and I decided to punish you for them... I wasn't thinking straight," she added. "So, I'm sorry."

Slowly, Shining turned his neck to look at her. She seemed genuinely ashamed of herself.

"Please..." he mumbled through quivering lips. "D-don't do that again."

She looked back at him as well, though eye contact felt weird for her at that moment.

She nodded.

"I promise... I won't," she answered.

The defeated stallion laid back, looking up at the ceiling of the queen's dungeon bathroom.

It was quite nice really. It was well lit and very clean. Both the ceiling and the walls were covered in white and blue mosaics. The image of the decorative tiles didn't soothe him though, as it seemed to be shaping out pictures of ponies undergoing various kinds of torture.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the words that left him were quite possibly the stupidest ones he had ever uttered in his entire life.

He didn't even really want to say them, but at this moment, he just couldn't help himself.

"You know this would be the best time to torture me, don't you?" he mumbled, barely moving his body at all.

There was a long pause where his question hung unanswered in the air. More than enough time for Shining to regret his words ten times over.

"Yes," said the queen, finally.

The pause for Shining's answer to return was shorter, but still tense with both regret and confusion.

"But you're not?"

...

"No..."